straight clubbin again…
That last post was lame. Okay, back to life…
Yet again, I go to a straight club. I actually went to Ozio again because my friend Chris is the dj on the 4th floor vip area (I know, you can touch me later.)
Anyway, I realize why I hate clubs (especially straight ones):
1) you smell like ass, I mean, cigarettes whenever you leave one. it’s in your hair, clothes, even your friggin pubes (if you’re wearing a skirt)
2) you are hearded onto a dance floor with men surrounding it like we’re at the rodeo and they’re lassoing bulls, or something. total meatmarket.
3) men don’t understand the words "no" or "no thanks." If you tell them you’re a lesbian so that they leave you alone, they get even more aggressive and excited.
4) a diet coke costs 4 bucks. enough said.
5) you can’t even pop a squat above a toilet without catching crabs, their shitters are so nasty and wet. 
(that’s me catching crabs at the Ozio’s bathroom w/ Elisa)
6) when the music sucks, EVERYBODY is on the dance floor, when it’s rocking, you’re the only one breaking it down (unless you bring your uber-fun friend Elisa who dances to everything and knows good music when she hears it!)
7) did I mention that women are hearded into the dance floor with men surrounding them like a Ridley Scott movie.
a $4 diet coke doesn’t even get refills!
9) skanky bitches dance with their girlfriends all provocatively to make men stare when you know these girls would freak out if they danced with a real lesbian. If I wanted to see a show, I would go to the Southeast.
10) stupid drunks. throwing up. spilling their wine on your white shirt. grabbing you. pushing their drinks in your face. falling down. making out with everyone… oh, those were the days (just kidding)
I am still SOBER–35 days strong. Woot! Woot!
-Debs
*ps* OF COURSE, I meant to say "tails" instead of "tales" in my blog header… we are talking about gay men here, Hello!
August 6th, 2005 at 1:13 pm
I am happy for your new found joy in soberity. I on the other hand, is forced into it. My body, like many Asians out there does not break down alcohol in a normal matter. It takes it, and breaks it down in a matter of minutes not hours. The result is me passing out and then waking up in an hour. It kind of sucks, especially in the beginning when I quit drinking. I was, and still am, a timid little wanker, and the lack of bravery that I had to endure did not help the situation. For a while, I resorted to pot to take me away, but that was breaking the bank, plus I felt shitty the next day. I think that the bar that you went to seemed even crappier than it normally does because of your sobriety. I think that it is unfair that my fraternity guys expect me to act all talkative to strangers like they do when they are drunk. I agree that the place is a meat market. I also think that some people go there to be the meat. Guys and girls.
August 8th, 2005 at 1:26 pm
Disclaimer: Yes, I met my husband at the bar — but I was waiting at the bar to be seated at a table.
Actual posting: My gosh girl - clubs are not the best places to meet people!! That’s old school.
Another way to meet people is to get involved w/ social clubs, groups, networks, etc. that cater to your interests or the type of person/ people you’d like to meet. If you like movies, join the Landmark threater’s movie club and get free movie tickets. Want to learn more about other cultures, visit the website of their embassy and attend a few lectures/art exhibits, etc. We’ve got great threatre in town that offer big discounts for shows. Take tennis lessons or join a team down on the Mall (I’m really into my softball team!!)
We are so fortunate to have soooo many different types of free events/networks in DC. You can go out several nights a week, and not spend a dime!!
I hope my message doesn’t sound harsh…… there’s just much more to life and the singles scene than bars!!
August 8th, 2005 at 1:38 pm
This is very very true. I just like music a lot… esp dance music.
HOWEVER… BIG NEWS ALERT: I may have met someone… I’m actually REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY
into him.
I can’t seem to post a new blog, so I may keep you posted through comments.. yuckety yuk.
August 10th, 2005 at 8:48 pm
LOL…what you had to say about clubs was so true. Maybe because I spent sufficient time at college frat parties and in dance clubs to truly appreciate what you’re saying. I always viewed the horde of mindless drunk guys differently, though. Usually, several members of that horde were friends of mine who I would drive home afterward so they wouldn’t get their drunk selves killed.
Also, congrats on (REALLYx24) digging a guy. I hope it works out.